07-21-2010, 10:52 AM
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#33 (permalink)
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warrior bodhisattva
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Location: East-central Canada
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Originally Posted by pan6467
This whole race/religion/whatever the prejudice is being such a fucking issue keeps the country divided and from truly working on the real solutions to get us up again.
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Hmm...what could possibly help...?
Oh, right:
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Cordoba House is a Muslim-led project which will build a world-class facility that promotes tolerance, reflecting the rich diversity of New York City. The center will be community-driven, serving as a platform for inter-community gatherings and cooperation at all levels, providing a space for all New Yorkers to enjoy.
This proposed project is about promoting integration, tolerance of difference and community cohesion through arts and culture. Cordoba House will provide a place where individuals, regardless of their backgrounds, will find a center of learning, art and culture; and most importantly, a center guided by Islamic values in their truest form - compassion, generosity, and respect for all.
The site will contain tremendous amounts of resources that otherwise would not exist in Lower Manhattan; a 500-seat auditorium, swimming pool, art exhibition spaces, bookstores, restaurants - all these services would form a cultural nexus for a region of New York City that, as it continues to grow, requires the sort of hub that Cordoba House will provide.
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Originally Posted by pan6467
So YES, I believe it whole heartedly and in every fiber of my body... that if it were a jewish or christian house of worship... the press would be all over it and telling us how wrong it is. And that is just sad.
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There are already at least three churches in the same area (just as close or closer than the proposed site), so the idea would be kind of silly.
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